A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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HUMAZAD HUY LAD KAR

हम तो आज़ाद हुए लड़कर पर

आज़ादी के

After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

AAP KA INTZAAR

Ab humein neend nahi aati,

Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,

Subah hone hi

Choices...

I see people laughing and joking all around,

but on my face there is no smile; instead, t

Oops!
Three coffee cups my mother loved
lie shattered on the floor.
Three ripe tomatoes splatte

MERI JAAN MENE TUMSE KABHI KAHA NAHI

Main karta hun pyar tujhase bohot meri jaan

Magar tere jawabo ki chadar se darta hun

Ro Ro Kar Sunaya Tha ....

Ro ro kar sunya tha jin ko apna Haal-e-Dil...

Hans hans kar meri wafa ki woh toheen kar g

saadgi ka soch

तू कर रहा सफ़र ,करके बन्द दरवाज़ा

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What If We Were Really True?

What if we were really true

And said everything we thought

Could we then stop fee

I Love You Well

I wish not to love you much,

Only to love you well.

Much is but a quantity,